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Sandy, not fully aware of the situation, but tense, thought of his ’chute, in the seat-pack. Would there be time? Could he use it? He waited, watching Jeff and Larry.
Presently they sailed out into a clear area and Larry sighed thankfully. He watched for a landing field beside a lake shaped like a half-moon. That would tell him he could set down on the landing spot the millionaire had built before going West.“I will that.”
The man did not respond.
Amazed, Dick challenged Jeff’s statement.
And in all that time, his “ground crew”—got nowhere!“Well, I say, let’s reorganize,” Dick had a twinkle in his eye. “You, Larry, will be the sole member of the Sky Patrol—and Sandy and I will be—er—the ‘ground crew’!”
So despondent was Larry at his failure as a sleuth that he did not like to discuss their adventures with his chums.“It’s funny,” Jeff remarked. “This-here psychology I’ve read about ain’t so far wrong when it says that folks who gets the wrong slant on a thing comes to believe it so strong that even the truth looks like a fib to them.”
Outgeneraled, the hydroplane cut speed and swung toward the yacht, followed by the tender.
“It will check up, that way, too,” smiled Larry.“He’s in the house—doing what?” he wondered.